Coach sat me down from the ball team
'Cause I was breakin' niggas on their inseams
Some niggas cross town was tryin' to stick me
All I had was shorts, a dollar fifty
Picked up this girl in the hooptie
Just because I rhyme she souped me
Pay for this, pay for that, loot for nails and hair
Who the hell you think I am, Mr. Belvedere?
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